In hindsight, promises were meant to be broken. Willow shouldn't have expected any differently.
When the Cullens left, so did Jasper. Willows life completely changed. Paul became distant, Bella became a shell, and Willow became rage.
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Paris, France Three weeks after leaving Forks
Rosalie was not looking forward to this meeting with her brother, but she was thankful that he called. She hadn't heard from him since they left and when called asking for a favor, she couldn't say no. When she reached the door of the penthouse suite, she could smell the sex through the door.
She didn't bother knocking.
She tossed the door open harsher than needed and the two in the bed froze at the sight of her. Rosalie slammed the door shut and examined them closely. The woman was a witch, Rosalie could feel the magic pouring out of her. The woman was pale with a messy mane of jet-black hair and freckles lining her nose. The woman used the sheet to cover her ample curves.
The man was resting against the headboard with no regard to the fact that he was shirtless. His skin was a deep brown with his hair neatly styled. Rosalie was certain that he was smoking a joint, but he didn't seem to care that she was there. By the color of his sea green eyes and the magic radiating off of him he had to be a shifter.
Mermaid.
"Who the fuck are you?" The witch snapped when Rosalie stepped further into the room. She could hear the shower and knew that must be Jasper.
"Get dressed." Rosalie's voice was sharp with authority. Her eyes were still scanning the entire room.
"Why the fuck should we listen to you?" The witches' words made Rosalie's eyes roll. She turned on her heel to look back at the bed, flipping her blonde hair off her shoulder.
"Because I could rip your throat out in the blink of an eye." She spoke with a bored tone, but her words made the mermaid snicker around the joint between his lips.
"Do you really think we're afraid?" The witch let out a humorless laugh. "Don't you know what I am?"
Rosalie opened her mouth ready to snap back at the young woman smirking when she spotted Jasper in the doorway of the bathroom. His blonde hair was damp and stuck to his forehead and cheeks. He was shirtless with just a pair of dark jeans on, and his eyes were a bright shade of gold. His scars seemed more prominent in the room's lighting, hardly an inch of his torso without a scar.
He looked between the figures on the bed to Rosalie, picking up a piece of black fabric off the ground. "What you are, Janette, is a witch who has just enough power to have the title. But nowhere near enough talent to be a threat." He tossed what must have been a dress into the stunned girl's arms. "Get dressed and get out."
"I'm guessing you want me out too?" The mermaid stretched his arms above his head with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Please, Romeo." Jasper was kinder with him.
"Sure thing, stud." Romeo winked and stood from the bed letting the blankets fall off him exposing his entire naked body. Rosalie rolled her eyes and turned her back on the scene, shooting her brother a glare.
